I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 143 Meeting an old friend

"It was Beili who destroyed our Western Chu, and it was Baili Luochen who destroyed our capital. What crime has the eunuch committed?"

Chu Zhao helped Zhao An up and said in a serious tone, "The eunuch has protected me for fourteen years regardless of his own safety. He is the only one in the world who is worthy of Western Chu. Don't mention the guilty words again in the future."

"Thank you, Your Highness. I have received great kindness from the Queen. I swore an oath that year that I would never let anyone hurt you, unless I die. However, Qiandong..."

Chu Zhao shook his head and interrupted, "Grand Eunuch, I know you are worried. Don't worry, I am going to Qiandong City just to see someone. I will not provoke the Baili family unless I break through the half-step divine wandering realm."

"I am a burden to Your Highness. If Your Highness had not treated my injuries, I would have entered a state of trance by now."

Zhao An, the chief eunuch of the Western Chu Imperial Ceremony, was once a master of the Great Free and Easy Realm.

Back then in Western Chu, his cultivation was second only to the Western Chu Sword Immortal Gumo.

However, when he was protecting Chu Zhao from escaping, he was besieged by Zhuo Qing and others from the Four Great Supervisors of Beili. Although he escaped with his life, he was also seriously injured, and his cultivation level fell from the Great Freedom Realm to the Ninth Sky Realm.

It was not until five years ago that Chu Zhao, at the age of nine, became a master of the Xiaoyaotian realm. He used the Heaven and Earth Furnace Sutra to heal Zhao An's injuries. Then, after another five years of recuperation, he recovered to his current Fuyao realm.

So even though Chu Zhao looks sixteen or seventeen years old, he is actually only fourteen years old this year.

Although like Mo Yi, he also entered the realm of freedom at the age of nine, but to enter the realm of the mysterious world at the age of twenty-four... it is probably a bit mysterious.

However, Chu Zhao was very confident that he could enter the Half-Step Divine Wandering and become the strongest in the Free and Easy Heaven Realm before he turned twenty-four… no, before he turned twenty.

Thinking of this, Chu Zhao smiled and said, "It's just that I will enter the half-step spiritual journey a few days later. Don't feel any psychological burden, and don't be anxious to recover your cultivation. You must know that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Let's go to Qiandong City."

Qiandong City.

It was once called Lausanne and was the capital of the Western Chu State.

But things have changed and the former Western Chu State has become the fiefdom of Marquis Zhenxi.

Looking at the three big characters "Qiandong City" on the city gate, Chu Zhao laughed and turned to look over.

I saw Zhao An beside me, with his head raised, staring at the towering and solid gate of Qiandong City without blinking. His expression was motionless without a trace of fluctuation, except that his long gray hair was blown by the wind, with a few strands scattered on his old cheeks, making him look deeply vicissitudes and sadness.

Chu Zhao took out his purse and paid the city entry tax for both of them, then he called out to them, causing them to come back to their senses and follow him into the city.

It was nearly dusk, the day market had closed, and the night market had not yet started, so the streets were somewhat quiet. When the two found the inn, the inn's waiter was busy lighting the lamps everywhere.

"Hey, Mr. Chu, Mr. Zhao, why are you in Qiandong City?" A sharp-eyed waiter turned his head and saw them. He immediately put down the work in his hands and walked towards the two men while speaking in surprise.

"you are?"

Zhao An is old and has a poor memory. Although he has some impression of the waiter in front of him, he can't remember who he is.

"Chen Ping."

Chu Zhao gave the answer.

Chen Ping said happily: "I didn't expect that Master Chu still remembered me. Please come in, Master."

In the late winter of the year before last, when they passed by Ankang City, they met Chen Ping selling himself to bury his mother. They helped him and even stayed at Chen Ping's house for one night.

That night, Chen Ping and Chu Zhao had a chat, and what they talked about was not his family's hardship, but rather the stories that were widely circulated in the martial arts world.

When talking about those stories in the martial arts world, there was light in Chen Ping's eyes. It was obvious that he was a young man who was determined to make his way in the martial arts world.

So Chu Zhao gave him an idea, asking him to find a small courtyard with sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the nearest Qiandong City and take the people in the courtyard as his teacher.

At that time, I wanted to let him explore the way forward, but also to end the topic.

There was no way. Chen Ping was too talkative. If he wasn't interrupted, he would probably talk until dawn.

But he didn't expect that Chen Ping actually came to Qiandong City. Chu Zhao walked in and asked, "Have you found the courtyard?"

"Found it." Chen Ping's tone was a little depressed.

"It seems that you haven't become my disciple yet."

"That master didn't even let me in." Chen Ping's tone became increasingly depressed.

"So you gave up?"

Hearing this, Chen Ping instantly perked up, shook his head for a while, and said with a smile: "How is that possible? I will never give up. When I earn more money, I will go to the rivers and lakes in the books and become a chivalrous and unrestrained swordsman. I believe that sooner or later I will become a world-famous swordsman."

I don’t know if it was to show his determination, but Chen Ping’s voice was quite loud. The people around him heard it clearly and couldn’t help laughing.

The innkeeper who walked out of the counter kicked Chen Ping on the buttocks and cursed: "You are a sword immortal, but I think you are more like a crazy immortal. Listen to my advice, work honestly in the inn, earn money, marry a wife and live a good life. The world is not easy to venture into. You are so heartless that you don't even know how you died. You are smart and good-looking. When I get old, this inn will be yours."

Chen Ping shook his head and said with a smile: "Boss, I am the only child in my family. It is impossible for me to marry into your family. You should just give up on this idea. Even if I die, I will die in the underworld."

Hearing this, Chu Zhao looked at Chen Ping carefully and found that the dark, thin and ugly boy from two years ago was now quite handsome. No wonder the innkeeper wanted to find him a son-in-law.

"You, a poor boy, got a wife and an inn for free, and you're not happy about it? You want to die in the underworld, don't you know there are three unfilial acts, the worst of which is to have no descendants? If you really die in the underworld, I don't know how you can face your parents."

The shopkeeper slapped Chen Ping on the head, then turned to Chu Zhao and said with a smile: "Young Master, you should be the benefactor who helped this kid two years ago, right?"

Chu Zhao nodded and hummed: "I can't call him a benefactor, but I think he is an old friend."

"This kid is confused, please help persuade him, otherwise he will drown in the world sooner or later."

Chu Zhao nodded and said, "What the shopkeeper said is right. It is a mature and prudent word. You are right to listen to him. The people in the Guihua Courtyard are unwilling to accept you as a disciple, which means that your martial arts talent is average. Even if you finally step into the martial arts world, it will be difficult for you to achieve anything. You will either live a muddle-headed life or die early under the sword of others. It is better to be an ordinary person in peace and stability."

It's not easy to survive in the underworld, and it's even more difficult to stand out.

How could ordinary people achieve the success of those famous people in the martial arts world, especially the sword masters that Chen Ping admired?

Not to mention those far away, just look at the people around Baili Dongjun, the little tyrant of Qiandong City. None of them is simple.

Either the family is rich, or the family is powerful, or the family is rich and powerful, and they also have martial arts passed down from generation to generation.

Even Sikong Changfeng, who had the most tragic life experience, was a disciple of the Spear Immortal Lin Jiu, and later became a disciple of the Medicine King Xin Baicao and the second best in the world Li Changsheng.

So, whether it is "A Young Man on a White Horse Drunk in the Spring Breeze" or "A Young Man Singing", it is said to be the world of young people, but in fact it is just the world of a group of second-generation people, and has nothing to do with ordinary young people.

Chen Ping is an ordinary young man with mediocre martial arts talent and a stubborn mind. Once he sets foot in the martial arts world, there will be only one result - death!

But he is young and has to make a decision, so he won't listen to any advice.

There are many things that you won’t understand unless you experience a few setbacks yourself.

So Chen Ping shook his head and retorted: "Mr. Chu, I believe that man can conquer nature."

As the saying goes, good words can hardly persuade a damned ghost.

They only met each other once, so there is no question of friendship.

Chu Zhao was too lazy to waste words, and smiled at the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, I want two upper rooms."

The shopkeeper: "..."

So you won’t advise me anymore?
Just as the shopkeeper was stunned, Chu Zhao threw out a silver ingot: "Bring up your signature dishes."

With the silver, the shopkeeper came back to his senses instantly and said with a smile: "Okay, sir, please go upstairs!"

(End of this chapter)